I've got someone I'd like you to meet
This cat lives out by the refinery
His dad started his own company
Built on buying foreclosed property
He worked with his old man for a while
Dated a girl with a passable smile
In time, asked her to walk down the aisle
Raising goats was her style
They moved near the airport and purchased some land
Some say he paid over 200 grand
They built up a farm and success hit them quick
Things were just fine 'til the goats got sick
Just one at first fell to the floor
Within a day the rest were wailing
Some were crawling to the door
And when they died they left a mark
The stains were glowing in the dark
They can't be buried underground
He tried to sell them by the pound
Hang them, hang them up high by the tail
Just like criminals locked in a jail
Spiral made from the shell of a snail
It's time to put them on sale
The latest Djunah LP channels the duo's heavy, intensely cathartic sound to reflect on living with and healing from trauma. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2023